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Chapitre 5 (129) – La Tentative

مؤلف: Ella D’Ravyn
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Le silence après l'appel de Maeve pèse dans la chambre.

Elara est toujours menottée par le poignet droit à la tête de lit. La fine chemise de nuit épouse son corps d'une manière qui me fait serrer la mâchoire. Je reste debout à côté du lit, la regardant. Elle me rend mon regard avec la même fureur que toujours, mais maintenant il y a quelque chose de différent. De la curiosité. De la peur. Et cette colère qui brûle en dessous.

— Ta mère sait que tu es un kidnappeur ? demande-t-elle, la voix rau
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